Look Away, Look Away!

"Eew! He has gross hair under there! Gross!" yelled Laine, pointing to her armpit as she watched a tank top clad man lift up his arm to reveal his nice bushy pit.

"Ballet Up. Ballet Down."

She couldn't be happier!

So graceful :)

If I Only Had a Pony

Laine was doing 'exercises' with me this morning. While we were in upward dog, she said,
"Mom. Which guy do you want to be?"
"Well. I have on a gray shirt and black shorts, so I'll be the guy in the back."
"Okay. I'll be the girl. She has a pony....but wait Mom. You have a pony! She has a pony and you have a pony! You are the girl with the pony!"

Laine is still coveting long hair, especially pony's (pony-tails). We were in the car and she saw someone riding by on their bike....
"Uh, Mom. That guy has a pony! That is weird. Why does that guy have a pony?! Silly guy, pony's are for girls." I thought she'd die laughing.

Sisters

One Day Your Prince Will Come....

Laine sat for several minutes and stared at a framed picture of our wedding before she quickly exclaimed in one breath, "Mom. Were you dancing at the castle? Are those your little people? Oh Mom!! Was Daddy your prince? What happened to your white dress? You have to find it!! Wow! You really need that again."